Form: Acrostic Poetry
Closed to the opportunity to say
Let’s be friends, not enemies
Engaged in warfare and destruction
Never seeing the serenity of
Clasping hands and saying hello; instead
Emptiness from the killing of men
Dying for a cause that isn’t their own
Fighters in an army seeking peace
Isolated by distant words of governmental hatred
Staring the at the bullet as it comes
Then they find peace
©JG Farmer 2019
A Garret Poet 